The phone rang. Three times and stopped. She had been expecting it since the message earlier in the day, but that did not stop the jolt of sexual electricity that flared through her body. She had to fight it or it might consume her.
The email had read 'Be ready tonight'. That was all, but she knew. She was to be bathed and shaved and ready to present herself to him when He arrived. The three rings had said that His arrival was imminent. She went through her preparations in her head. She had bathed and shaved, but she had cut her pussy. She knew He would not be happy with that for two reasons. The first was that she had been careless and the second was that He would have to be more careful.
The keys to the flat were in that secret place outside that only she and He knew. She wondered if He would punish her; deep down she hoped so. She had dressed in her leather harness. That was the current "uniform" for her. The leather straps framed her breasts. Not large breasts, but ones he liked and ones that took pain...the pain she loved. Other straps went between her legs rubbing against her pussy. A pussy that already felt warm and wet. Lastly she placed the cup of tea beside His chair, hoping it would not be cold by the time He arrived. That was difficult, but being His pain slut was not meant to be easy.
Satisfied she took her position, standing with her back to His chair, legs about 18 inches apart. She put on her blindfold, clasped her hands behind her back and waited.
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It seemed like ages, but was probably only a few minutes before she heard steps outside. Although she was expecting Him there was always the fear (and anticipation maybe) that someone else....a stranger....might be there instead.
The outer door opened and then the inner. She breathed quickly....her heart racing. She strained to smell Him, to hear His breathing, to be sure it was Him. Her dog accepted whoever it was and that was a good sign, but not enough. She heard movement, a sound that might be His chair taking weight, the clink of china (His cup?) and then nothing.
She knew the suspense was intentional. She loved it and hated it at the same time. She longed for his touch and approval, but she loved the torment too. Then something touched her shoulder. She knew!!! It was Him, her Master. Only He could touch her that way, inside and out. Was it love she felt? She didn't know. She suspected it might be more than love, something more intense, something deeper that joined their souls.
She felt his breathe in her shoulder. She longed to feel his teeth, but instead he licked her and whispered in her ear, "How is my pain slut?" She knew it was a rhetorical question and did not answer. She felt his eyes inspect her. She hoped he was pleased. He tugged at her leather straps. She felt him pinch a nipple ...ooooohhhhhhhh.....as He muttered unhappily "Not tight enough." He pulled on the harness. The straps between her legs cut painfully into her pussy, but she remained quiet. He expected her to be quiet.
She heard him sit down and say "Show me!" She knew he wanted her to bend down and grasp her ankles and in doing so show her ass and pussy to him. He loved both, she knew. In fact she knew He loved all of her, that was why he could affect her the way he did. The pain He gave was through love. It gave him no sexual pleasure, but He loved her and she loved the pain. At other times he was so gentle and close to her, in a way that she felt intuitively how he cared for her, how he loved her and how he could not hurt her.
In this relationship hurt was not equal to pain. Pain was part of her needs and his gift to her. In return he thrived, vampire like, on her pleasure. A symbiotic relationship with each supplying the other and satisfying their needs in return. Hurt was deeper, hurt would be malicious, hurt would be deprivation of care and attention. In Ds the usual definitions of words break down and become an understanding between the two individuals involved at that point. The definitions change over time and understanding.
She heard him grumble. He had seen the cut. A large cut on a pussy lip. Now he would have to be careful when he penetrated her as he would eventually otherwise she might bleed badly. "Careless slut" He said and smacked her right ass cheek hard. She gasped and bit her lip. Feeling the pleasure course through her she wondered if she had cut herself intentionally in order to provoke him.
"Stand up" He said and she did.
"Turn around"
"Remove the blindfold"
For an instance she was blinded as the sun poured through the window, then she could see His face. She looked carefully, trying to see his intentions.
